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Primal and moaning low, she is your salacious vortex, the ever-whirling urgency around your core, the yearning soul crux in your ripe self-womb Screaming your name, she is lust. Feral and ravenous, she is the thrumming flux of oceanic heat flooding your cells, inciting your wet appetites with her probing greedy tongues. She is lust. Ancient and powerful, she infiltrates your mind, diverting its purpose to her own. The exquisite agony of her insistence rips through all your awareness and erupts your body- you open your jaws and howl her name, becoming her beast. She is lust
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
LUST
Primal and moaning low, she is your salacious vortex, the ever-whirling urgency around your core, the yearning soul crux in your ripe self-womb Screaming your name, she is lust. Feral and ravenous, she is the thrumming flux of oceanic heat flooding your cells, inciting your wet appetites with her probing greedy tongues. She is lust. Ancient and powerful, she infiltrates your mind, diverting its purpose to her own. The exquisite agony of her insistence rips through all your awareness and erupts your body- you open your jaws and howl her name, becoming her beast. She is lust
amy-greene
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
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